Under the intense baptism of magical elements from numerous potions, Alan's tier remained at tier-iron level 9, yet his physical attributes saw considerable growth and improvement.
It was like a meticulous grind, requiring time to hone gradually.
Alan used his soul to introspectively scan his body, identifying any incomplete or weak areas and reinforcing them step by step.
A day and night passed silently.
As his body reached a state of near-perfection, Alan's stalled aura finally began to surge once more. With an invisible "crack," he seemed to break through a certain barrier.
Tier-Iron Level 10!
In that instant, his body became like a greedy sponge, frantically absorbing magical elements from the air.
His once-ethereal soul now felt almost tangible, as if he were surrounded by countless bright fireflies, his awareness of the elements becoming vividly clear.
Meanwhile, above the Northern District, the sky resounded with thunder, lightning writhing like silver serpents.
